When Love Kills

At school she is called a 'goody-goody'. Her friends would call her a 'lover'. Her victims would call her killer. She warns them, they don't listen. When it becomes to late, they plead to be let go. They get silenced. Slowly, without feeling, they leave. Eithne gets one assignment that she may not be able to carry out. Has the "Love Killer" actually have fallen in love? Or is it just her finally calling 'quits'?
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I looked at my figure in the long mirror that went from the
ground to the ceiling. How pure I looked to myself, what a good
person they thought I was. Well, I was going to change that look
today. I'm tired of what I do! People always think, "Killers love
to kill" or "they do it for their own enjoyment". No, that's not
why. It hurts afterward. I grabbed the ends of my blonde curls
and cut them, watching in silent joy as they fell to the floor. I
smiled. I then got the flat iron from my vanity and plugged it
up. While waiting for it to heat up, I went over to my older
sister's room. She was always dying her hair, so I think she may
have what I need. I looked in her bathroom in the cabinet.
Jackpot, I thought to myself when I found black and blue
hair dye, she won't notice this; she still has enough.

I set them down on the vanity when I noticed the iron was hot
enough. I lay my hand on the metal part of it and didn't move. It
should hurt, but for me it didn't. I moved the straight iron to
the roots of my hair and, straightened it out, going from root to
end. When I was done I started with the dye. I carefully
alternated between black and blue, starting with the top layer;
going again from root to end. I then did the next layer and the
layers after that, the same way. I looked to my left at the alarm
clock. In fifteen minutes my parents would be awake and expect me
to be in the shower. I read the box again and saw that it said to
wait twenty minutes.

When the time was up, I stepped in the shower and rinsed my hair
out. Luckily, by hair stayed straight, instead of coiling up as
usual. I looked at myself in the mirror again. I ruffled my hair
up to the point where it had a boyish quality to it. I took a
deep stare into my eyes. Even though it might be the only way my
friends would notice me, I decided to change my emerald green
eyes to a dark, cobalt blue. I slowly put the contacts in
perfectly, not slipping even once. I winced at my new look, even
though I wasn't finished. I coated my lips with the same dark
blue color as my eyes and put on black eyeliner and mascara. I
looked at myself one more time, slightly proud of myself.

***

I walked into the schools courtyard wearing my dull uniform of
black and silver. They found a way for me to actually
hate wearing my favorite colors. I sighed when I saw
Carter, my best friend. He was looking all over the place,
probably for me or Elise, the other friend in our trio.

"Not your voice, still the same enchanting accent." I'm surprised
I haven't seduced him; he may be the only person I decided to let
off the hook.

"Huh, never thought of that." I was keeping my eye out for Elise;
she wouldn't be able to find out as quickly as Carter did.

"Well, who's the new chick?" Elise asked, really rudely.

"Um, she's Eithne, can't you tell?" Carter laughed.

"Yup," I said, "anyway, why would you have a problem with me
being new?"

"Well, looking like that? Maybe." She said. At that moment I felt
further away from her at that moment. I didn't care that much, I
was sure it was just that moment.

"Anyway, how was your…" I started to slowly stop speaking when I
saw a boy being pushed around by the football team. He seemed
new, and of course, he was emo. That's all the jocks would ever
do, pick on the emo 'freaks'.

"How was my?" Elise asked when she noticed that I trailed off.

"Wait, stay right here." Before even I got a response I was
rushing off to help him. This was completely out of my nature,
but something told me to go.

When I got over to the scene, I cleared my throat. Jackson, the
head of the group, turned to look at me. "Oh, another fag to have
fun with eh?" He laughed.

"Jackson, if you knew who I really was, you wouldn't have said
that." I laughed, forebodingly.

"Ciaran, but people who respect me, or are just lazy, call me
Ciar. All others call me 'fag bag'." He said; he had a rich Irish
accent. I loved it, and it's rare for me to love
something.

"Well, I'm Eithne, but my friends call me 'Ace'."

"Gosh, I'm going to just go now. See ya later, maybe." He was
already halfway across the school before I could even choke out a
farewell. I wanted to see him again so bad, but I knew if I
developed some feelings for him, he'd be next.